Sage Francis - Polterzeitgeist lyrics

While you're going around trying to
Keep people outta hell
I'm going around trying to keep
The hell out of people

Your evil sends chills through
My bones and it
Flows through the back roads of my arteries
Genetic memory fights technology administered
By moral midgets
There are picket signs in my eyes and
When they strike you'll wanna talk business
Note to self, go for self
Go for broke no one else ever
Showed you the ropes or helped
And what are they supposed to do?
Of course they gotta rebuild every wall
That you broke on through
Drugs won't get my thoughts runnin'
I need em to make these thoughts stop comin'
Last night I had a dream I shot someone
When I awoke my hands were full
Of the fluid my heart's pumpin
I went to get it tested
The doctor was not so interested
In analyzing the message
He had a pill, that if he issues out
He gets paid on the side
I got a lifetime supply

Maybe he's a ghost, and maybe I'm the host
The polterzeitgeist who knows the
Right price to pay
The priest to release me from these ropes
Maybe I'm the ghost
And maybe he's the host
The polterzeitgeist who knows the
Right price to pay
The priest to release me from these ropes

I fell into a Venus fly trap
With a nicotine eye patch pirate of the ship
Sippin' Listerine nightcaps
Disguised her voice with the breath
Of a clean slate
Awake every morning to the death
Of my dream date
Selling sex to cheapskates with rusty blades
Fuck to forget and call it layaway
Got an addiction to thin ice
The whisper of windpipes i'm master insight
This social costume is skin-tight
Nah, I don't believe in you
And you don't believe that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to nothing in my rearview
Too close to call, too far to be hearing you
Singing my melody, I heard it subconsciously
When you spoke in your sleep
It sounded like honesty
When you awoke you said it was not for me
I said, "Oh, I know, obviously"
You're not my Yoko so I cropped the
Photo and I rocked it solo
Now you gotsta go, GO!

Maybe you're a ghost and I'm the conduit
The common thread in
Every superficial compliment
The loose string in your moral fabric
Hole in your logic
Hopelessly romantic in Woonsocket
Leaving notes for the next to come
Written in blood from the wound
That they'll exit from
I don't compose prose or sonnets
I just write like my life depends on it
Front like I'm agnostic
But I don't believe in you
You've got a transparent nature
That I'm seeing through
Somebody spiked the punch that you beat me to
Sometimes I'm not even sure it's even you

Maybe you're a ghost
And maybe I'm the host
The polterzeitgeist who knows the
Right price to pay
The priest to release me from these ropes